It's Not Spring When the Tired Guest Comes

My name is Shen Juan, I am thirty years old. My business failed and I returned to my hometown of Luoyang. Now, I am the owner of a used bookstore. Life is good or bad, it is freer than working, and more real than dreaming. I have a secret: I can bring dying flowers back to life. It sounds powerful, but it's actually not very useful. It can neither bring my bookstore back to life, nor can it help me catch up with the girl I want. I use it to help my neighbors save flowers, and occasionally give life to the half-dead old tree on the corner of the street. Watching them come to life makes me feel more comfortable, as if I am also coming to life a little bit. I thought life would go on so peacefully. Until the girl who always came to borrow books pointed out the secret that had been buried for thousands of years in Luoyang, the divine capital, in a broken ancient book—— Empress Wu Zhao's Tongtian Palace, poet Bai Juyi's Song of Everlasting Sorrow, Neo-Confucian Shao Yong's chessboard... Every legend of the ancient capital is intertwined with the "sequence" of circulation. When the silent past wakes up again, the ancient cause and effect comes to the door, And I just want to ask—— Since spring always misses me, Can you... Give that young me back?